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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 19, 2018 13:24:57 GMT 10
Jaxon knew he wouldn't be able to resist him but he also knew he didn't want to just do what he said. He stood his ground where he was, reading to be forced back on to the bed. "Let me talk to Storm then!"
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Post by Harrison on Nov 19, 2018 14:08:22 GMT 10
Nick’s expression changed slightly, annoyance making his dark eyebrows squish together. “He’s busy.” He huffed, grabbing Jaxon as if he was a doll and taking him to the bed. Nick wasn’t as gentle as last time. He dropped him on the bed like he would a baby over a cliff. “Eat.” Nick snapped, picking up the tray again.
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 19, 2018 14:10:19 GMT 10
Jaxon grunted as he was chucked on the bed. He shoved the tray, spilling soup over Nick, "Then he better make time." he growled and rolled over to curl in a ball.
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Post by Harrison on Nov 19, 2018 15:01:52 GMT 10
At least the soup was room temp. Nick looked down at his rubies white shirt, uncaring. He dropped the tray on the floor, letting the porcelain bowls and plates to shatter. “Starve then, I will be back in the morning to collect you,” Nick said simply and exited the room, using a key on the chain around his neck to do so. Once upon a time Nick might of comforted Jaxon, he might of told him sweet nothings and promised things that would never happen. Now he no longer cared.
Morning rolled around and Damien had run too school, mostly out of fear. There had been a shooting in his street, next door neighbor- the addict, not the family- didn’t make it. Instead of going inside he ran, ran the entire way to the front gate of his school. He plopped himself down on the school stairs, panting and now hungry as ever.
Nick didn’t give warning as he opened the door to Jaxon’s room, banging it open and barging into his room. One might of said he was in a bad mood, others would think Storm had finally pissed him off enough. “Up! Let’s go!” He barked, boots crunching on the broken plate as he strode over and grabbed at Jaxon.
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 19, 2018 15:07:32 GMT 10
Jaxon woke with a start, staring up at an angry Nick. His stomach churned at the thought of going back to that room. He kicked out at him, "Don't come near me!" he screamed. He continued kicking at him before he slid back of the bed, keeping the bed between them, "Just hear me out, please!"
Eliot got to school early since he had noticed a lot of rubbish and would like to clean up a bit before school started. He was ninety percent sure that the school didn't have janitors. Most likely that would be a compromising job for safety. He frowned as he saw Damien and he stopped walking in front of him, "Hey, you okay?"
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Post by Harrison on Nov 19, 2018 15:15:27 GMT 10
Damien checked his body quickly, patting down his chest and stomach, “I... No bullet holes so I’m good.” He panted, smiling up at Eliot, “what are you,” Damon paused to suck in a deeper breath, “what are you doing?” His eyes caught on the rubbish Eliot had, arching an eyebrow at it.
Nick glanced at the door where there were two other men ready to intervene if the kid decided to be a little shit. He didn’t give Jaxon a chance or even another breath as strode around the bed, just about to grab him.
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 19, 2018 15:19:54 GMT 10
Eliot looked down at him in confusion and put the bag he was holding down. He sat beside him and said, "I'm just cleaning a bit. Did something happen? You look freaked out." He asked, confused by his bullet hole comment.
Jaxon swallowed in fear and mumbled, "After... After I go do this, you have to take me to Storm, please... I need to go to school..."
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Post by Harrison on Nov 19, 2018 15:33:29 GMT 10
Damien’s smile vanished, he found himself rubbing at the back of his head, unable to met Eliot’s eyes. “Gang shooting down my street, I ran.” He huffed, slowly getting his breath back. Damien’s stomach made a brief annocement, loudly stating its complaints of not being fed. By god he was hungry and the cafeteria didn’t open till lunch... not that he could afford to pay for another lunch anyway.
Nick grabbed him by the throat and pulled him in close, “No,” he growled before throwing the teen over his shoulder, holding him by his legs. Nick carried him out of the room heading down the hall to the assigned room. “I know that ass, Jaxon? Hold it Nick, I know this kid.” A very southern, arrogant voice ordered, his smirk could be heard in his voice. “Sure you do, pay or leave Harrison.” Nick snapped back, pushing past. There was a rustling and a soft grunt from Nick, “one hour.” And that’s how Eric Harrison managed to save the day. Jokes. Nick tied Jaxon belly down on the bed again, warning that if Eric let him out the price would double.
“Heeey Jaxy, this is awkward because I really just intended to sell my supply but instead I bought an hour with yah,” I gushed, almost immediately untying him.
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 19, 2018 15:58:13 GMT 10
Jaxon's eyes widened at the familiar voice. He struggled weakly as he was tied down, whimpering. Nick left and he felt Eric untie him. He sat bolt upright, shoving at Eric for him to get away from him. He pressed himself to the furthermost corner of the bed and grabbed a pillow to hug tightly, staring at Eric's legs rather than his face. "Please don't touch me..." he whispered, feeling his body tremble as he looked at the ropes that held him during the humiliating violation that had been yesterday. He felt tears run down his cheeks as he finally looked up at Eric, "Please." He was trembling, his breathing short and panicked as his heart pounded in his ears.
Eliot reached for him, hugging him as he mumbled, "Want to go to town and get breakfast?" He rubbed the male's back gently, resting his chin on his shoulder. He couldn't say that it was fine and he was fine because that sort of thing wasn't fine.
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Post by Harrison on Nov 19, 2018 16:15:34 GMT 10
I wiped at my eye, blaming it on the dust that wasn’t in this room. The smell almost made me gag, like my God Storm, reckon you could at least clean the sheets? But Jaxon... He shouldn’t be here. This is no place for a broken boy. “I promise on the crack in my back pocket that I ain’t going anywhere near yah. Shit Jax, what did yah get yahself into?” I brought a hand to my mouth as my stomach twisted, the smell was worse than the boy’s toilet in Juvy and that’s saying something, “I wanna get yah out of this cause yah shouldn’t be here...” I went to sit down on the bed and then decided against it. My face catching on his broken look and god help my my heart went out to him. “Get off that thing would yah? It’s fucking disgusting.” I ran my hands through my hair as I thought, my easy expression gone and now replaced with a mixture of concern and worry. “What... what did they do to you?” I found myself asking, not meaning to but the words slipped right out.
Damien shook his head, “I can’t pay, left my bag at home, don’t worry about it, ain’t my first time going hungry.” He shrugged, leaning into Eliot involuntarily, nobody comforted him anymore. This was nice.
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 19, 2018 16:19:41 GMT 10
Jaxon swallowed thickly and wiped at his tears quickly. He stood and felt a stabbing pain in his lower tailbone. He gasped and grabbed at the bed post, mumbling, "It's a whore house, what do you think?" He through up his defences since he didn't want to have Eric think of him as weak.
Eliot stood and said, "Come on, I know a lot of kind south siders, we won't have to pay so don't worry about it."
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Post by Harrison on Nov 19, 2018 16:31:44 GMT 10
I already thought of him as weak, but not weak willed. “Jesus, just calm down, I ain’t going to do anything to yah unless yah want a hug or some shit? I already know that’s a no. Jax... I... ahh fuck. He’s gonna kill me if I try.” I turned my eyes back on Jax, ready to make a crappy proposal that might help his situation, “Imma talk to Storm, see if he will let you live at home or wherever and work here on the down low like a consenting sex worker yah currently are not. Yah sure you don’t want a hug or... something?” I tried to be comforting, it had been a while since I tried.
Was that a nice way of saying stealing from old people? “Okay.” Damien agreed, a little nervous as to what the smaller male had planned. “You’re a lot nice than the rest.” Damon said out of the blue, blushing a little as he looked down at Eliot.
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 19, 2018 16:53:42 GMT 10
Jaxon strangely did want a hug. He wanted someone. Anyone- even Eric. He made his way over to him and buried his face in against his chest, his hands gripping the back of his shirt as he whispered, "I'm scared, Eric." Eric smelled a shit tonne better than the room so having his face against him was a relief.
Eliot smiled softly, "I try to be kind, just because someone lives in the south side, doesn't mean they belong there." He grabbed his hand with one of his, the other picking up his full rubbish bag. He put it in the bin before leading him towards town.
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Post by Harrison on Nov 19, 2018 17:03:27 GMT 10
I let him hide against me, understanding how crappy this must of all felt. Gingerly, I wrapped my arms around his body and held him back. “I got yah, I’m right here, it will be okay.” I murmured, saying the exact words I wished someone told me when things when to shit. It probably wouldn’t be okay. And I wouldn’t be here for very long “Jax, I got some sway with Storm, I promise I will try tah make this better, okay?” I pulled back a little so I could see his face, my lips curling in my usual smirk.
Damien looked down at their clasped hands, a little stunned. Sexuality wise, Damien never really found a label that fitted him exactly. He had dated girls and guys alike, the guys were normally douche bags that would rather hide in the gym locker. He squeezed Eliot’s hand back, a tiny smile finding its home on his lips. “You can’t be from south side if you believe that. Where are you from anyway?” Damien asked, not meaning anything by it as swung their hands a little.
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 24, 2018 9:38:39 GMT 10
Eliot let out a soft laugh, "Somewhere just as rabid." He looked up at him, "You got me thinking yesterday... About shelters. How many are there around here?"
Jaxon pressed in closer to him and nodded, "Thank you." he whispered and held him close. His smirk was so gorgeous... Like he promised trouble, yet here he was consoling him.
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